"I just don't want to get hurt no more." That's a double negative.

Mikey Maybe was born on the sprawling back of a blue whale located somewhere between New Zealand and Easter Island. For several years his diet consisted of krill and whale blood. He made residence inside the heart of the whale he was conceived and birthed upon. The whale's heart was likened to the size of a luxury sedan. He met his first friend on an unnamed isle of Micronesia. The prevailing series of clicks, clucks, and long held bass tones communicated that Mikey was lonely and happy to find someone he could show his rap music to. The indigenous male was uninterested but Mikey showed him anyway. It was then he learned, albeit the hard way, that you do not show your music to someone who isn't interested and what's more expect any amount of validation. The native, after hearing Mikey's complicated flow and complicated delivery, shrugged oh so casually and said it was too wordy and could use a little more white space between the lines to free up room for punchier emphasis. Forever after, Mikey tried to sound more like Ludacris and less like an auctioneer. He spent the following two years on a moaning raft woven from tortoise shells and hickory switches. He landed in Vancouver with an improved cadence and a lust for knowledge in order that he might beef up his content. He found Van to be too "hipster" and "stuff white people like dot com" for his taste so he head west. Nevertheless, the sardonic edge caught his content by the tail and left it ironic and witty to no end. When he arrived in Three Hills, Alberta, from off the CN Rail he was cloaked in kelp and crawling with prawns. A kind family took him in and taught him English, a very interesting if not workable language for rhyming. They taught him important spiritual truths and allowed him license to search the depth of his being in an effort to articulate just what it is the ocean and the encounter with the Micronesian fellow did to him. To this day his music offers a refuge for those of us who have felt the absence of an aboriginal Micronesians approval in our lives and exactly how that has shaped us in our most formative years. Mikey Maybe's music remains unique and important in a polarized age of ephemerality. Can we blame him for anything. He is still a boy.



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